“Yes, I am coming. Wait!”, squealed the elderly mother, as her flat’s bell rang aloud. She rushed straight out of the kitchen towards the door. The white-haired woman, walking with an erect spine and white pony tied with a centering clip, smiled and shook her head, witnessing Dr.Alok through the peephole.    She unplugged the gold-plated chain from its socket. Dr.Alok nodded with a wide grin. She chuckled as her eyes happened to go over a part of the green designer sari seen from the cloth bag in his hands.    “Namaste aunty!”, he greeted, bowing and extending his right